He found it inconvenient to be poor. |
He has no hope that never had a fear. |
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. And all are slaves beside. |
He kissed likewise the maid in the kitchen, and seemed upon the whole a most loving, kissing, kind-hearted gentleman. |
He sees that this great roundabout The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says -- what says he? -- Caw. |
He that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man. |
He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contently between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. |
He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own. |
Heaven held his hand, the likeness must be true. |
Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real interest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till life's poor transient night is spent, Respecting in each other's case The gifts of nature and of grace. |
Himself a wanderer from the narrow way, / His silly sheep, what wonder if they stray? |
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home |
How fleet is a glance of the mind! |
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. |
How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet! |